In the abode of my memories, I find my home, where I belong and immerse myself in the essence of who I am. Within the walls, the shadows of my nightmares dance, silent witnesses of a journey that reveals itself in crayon marks, traces of my history. Casa is the symphony of my memories, with notes that resonate in every crevice, marked by the passion of my longings and the tears of my sleeplessness. In this refuge of our- talgias, every corner carries with it the echo of childish laughter and whispers of adolescent longings. The house is a time capsule that I embrace with gratitude, where the cracks are not fractures, but scars that bear witness to the incessant flow of life.